In black and white you sang a dream
of bluebirds and rainbow that shaped
me like a bonsai pine leaning hard
into a still wind. That was me at your
side on the long road back to the home
you thought better of leaving once you’d
gone, and I more than any other coveted
the sequined power of those ruby shoes
to dance me down a road of my own,
out and away. I believed it all, even your
remorse, which left me unshod and shaking,
whirling like a twister in my own backyard.
Your dream wasn’t mine after all
and those shoes were wasted on you.
©Dana Hughes 10.28.19